The Last Thing on My Mind Lyrics

It's a lesson too late for the learningMade of sand, made of sandIn the wink of an eye my soul is turningIn your hand, In your handAs we walk, all my thoughts are a-tumblin''Round and 'round, 'round and 'roundUnderneath our feet the subway's rumblin'Underground, underground

You've got reasons a plenty for goinThis I know, this I knowFor the weeds have been steadily growinPlease don't go, please don't goAs I lie in my bed in the morningWithout you, without youEach song in my breast dies a-borningWithout you, without you